Rebel Rebel

Repetitive musical interlude, possibly representing a carefree or lighthearted atmosphere.

Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo

Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo

The person being addressed has a mother who is confused about their gender identity.

She's not sure if you're a boy or a girl

Complimenting the person's appearance, suggesting a connection or relationship ("babe").

Hey babe, let's go out tonight

Mutual affection and shared interests, particularly in dancing and looking good.

We like dancing and we look divine

Expressing a desire for intensity and speed in experiences, especially with music.

You want more and you want it fast

Facing criticism and being labeled negatively, possibly due to non-conformity.

You tacky thing, you put them on

The person is a rebel with a torn dress and a messy face, but they are loved ("Hot tramp, I love you so!").

Rebel Rebel, your face is a mess

Rebel Rebel, how could they know?

Hot tramp, I love you so!

Reiteration of the question, possibly seeking confirmation or agreement.

Repetition of previous themes and expressions of love for the rebellious individual.

You've got your mother in a whirl 'cause she's

Not sure if you're a boy or a girl

Hey babe, your hair's alright

Hey babe, let's stay out tonight

You like me, and I like it all

We like dancing and we look divine

You love bands when they're playing hard

You want more and you want it fast

They put you down, they say I'm wrong

You tacky thing, you put them on

Rebel Rebel, you've torn your dress

Rebel Rebel, your face is a mess

Rebel Rebel, how could they know?

Hot tramp, I love you so!

Reiteration of the question, emphasizing uncertainty or curiosity.

Repetitive musical interlude, serving as a transition in the song.

Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo

Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo

Reiteration of the rebellious nature and the messy appearance of the person, along with continued affection.

Rebel Rebel, your face is a mess

Rebel Rebel, how could they know?

Hot tramp, I love you so!

Describing the person's messy state, their success as a young individual, and the mystery surrounding their identity.

You can't get enough, but enough ain't the test

You've got your transmission and your live wire

You got your cue line and a handful of ludes

You wanna be there when they count up the dudes

And I love your dress

You're a juvenile success

Because your face is a mess

Pondering how others could understand or judge the rebellious person, expressing a sense of mystery and questioning.

I said, how could they know?

So what you wanna know

Calamity's child, chi-chile, chi-chile

Where'd you wanna go?

What can I do for you? Looks like you've been there too

'Cause you've torn your dress

And your face is a mess

Ooo, your face is a mess

Ooo, ooo, so how could they know?

Eh, eh, how could they know?

Eh, eh